Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Faust,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.